Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night Posted byJames J JacksonMay 10, 2014May 10, 2014Posted inart, Authors, Blogging, Change, commentary, Culture, Death, Empathy, Future, Gonzo, History, Hope, identity, Justice, Knowledge, literature, Love, Marijuana, Mindfulness, Nature, Peace, philosophy, Poem, Poems, Poet, poetry, Poets, Psychedelic, self expression, Sex, Sexuality, short stories, short story, Society, stream of consciousness, Time, Uncategorized, War, Writers, WritingTags:Authors, literature, Nature, night, poem, poems, poet, poetry, Poetry Blog, poets, self expression, sex, stream of consciousness, writer, Writers, writing The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10 Like this:Like Loading... Related Published by James J Jackson I'm a poet from California. View more posts